Shrink away!

Sophie: "Uh...nope! Bye, bitch!"

You jump down from the chair and then quickly shrink yourself down to microscopic size, slipping in between the carpet fibers where Stacy won't be able to see you, and hopefully won't step on you.

Stacy: "What the- HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU RAT BASTARD! I'LL WRITE UP AN HR REPORT OF YOU THAT'LL MAKE CHUCK TINGLE BLUSH! I'LL-"

As you shrink, you can't hear Stacy's booming voice clearly enough to differentiate the words anymore.

Now it almost feels like you're in a forest. The fibers of the carpeting look endless at your speck-ish size, and your chair looks like a blackened world tree protruding out from it. Your tiny eyes can barely even see the cubicle walls.

Stacy stomps the floor a few times in anger, but she soon stops as she realizes how much trouble she could get in if she accidentally killed you. She gently retracts away from your cubicle and goes to her office, probably to daydrink.

There's really not much you can do like this, so hopefully you can just wait out the size shifting switch until you can grow again, and then you'll once again make yourself big enough to do whatever you want again...but like, properly this time.

You wander around the carpet for a little while, just trying to stay safe and avoid getting too bored. You don't even have clothes - you out-shrunk them when escaping from Stacy's clutches.

If the notification that you received was accurate, you have to wait an hour before you can grow back. However, you don't have a watch either anymore, and your eyes are too small to see the clock hanging on the office wall. If you could somehow climb onto the table, you could look at the digital clock in the corner of your computer screen... but that wouldn't help, because the screensaver would eventually go on, and you're too small to even move the mouse.

You can't exactly indiscriminately try to grow either, because that would result in shrinking even further, and you're unsure how far you can safely go. At some point there's a very real danger of running into hostile bacteria.

Worse yet, estimating the flow of time is very difficult when you're this small. Ordinary people seem to be moving at a lumbering pace. You believe that from your point of view, you'd have to wait at least two hours. You sigh, accepting that you're probably going to be stuck at a microscopic size for quite a while, and just keep wandering around.

Eventually, being naked combined with having superpowers starts to turn you on, and you figure you might as well masturbate while you've got nothing else to do. You sit down on the plush carpet, which at this size doesn't feel all that much plush anymore, as your fingers glide over your folds at a leisurely pace. A coworker steps over you, but it happens so slowly that you decide to just remain in place, because your position coincides with the shoe's arch.

Eventually, as you orgasm, you shrink again! Not only that, but your shrinking seems to be more effective than your growth - you dwindle down to about a tenth of your original size.

This is getting serious. You're unsure how much the effects of the time dilation are now. For all you know, you might be stuck like this for 20 hours from your point of view, and if you get too horny at any point during that time...

You start freaking out as you realize how much smaller you've gotten just from an orgasm.

Sophie: "Rrrgh, now I can't cum anymore without shrinking?! Damn it, this sucks! I don't think I've ever gone 20 hours without orgasming in my adult life..."

You're almost reduced to tears, realizing how long you're going to have to just sit here without anything to entertain yourself. You'd try to find a way to grow back, but seemingly anything you do could just as well result in shrinking even more.

There you sit atop the mountainous carpet fibre, waiting and waiting and waiting, getting hornier and hornier by the moment, with not even a strip of clothing to conceal your masterfully crafted body from your eyes. Your hand idly rests on your crotch, and you feel like you might cum from just the idlest caress.

As you lay there, watching people's feet pass over you, a shoe lands only millimeters away from your position, stirring up what feels like a hurricane to you, launching you into the dusty air. You whirl around in the air, your body pelted by volcanic ash particulate. You helplessly orgasm, and reduce once more. The feeling of it is so wrong, but so good, that you can't help but orgasm again. Now you're a hundredth of your previous size.

You'll never make it to the end of the hour. From your perspective, you'd have to wait almost 2000 hours. You'll probably never even land down to the ground anymore. In half a dozen orgasms, you'll be the size of an air molecule. You resign yourself to never seeing another human being anymore, and plunge your fingers down your crotch, wringing an orgasm after another out of yourself until, after going below the size of quantum string, you cease to exist entirely.

ENDING 93 -Shrink Away!-